Lost Me Gained Regret

As soon as we entered, one of the men led us up a staircase without any railings. Looking up, I saw a middle-aged man with a fierce face, sitting with his leg crossed on a chair, and next to him, Ramona, still

unconscious and tied up!

"Ramona!" I hurried towards her.

Her frail body couldn't withstand such rough handling!

But before I could get close, a gun was pressed against my temple as a warning.

"Jack!"

The middle-aged man, who previously seemed uninterested, now looked somewhat apprehensive. He slowly uncrossed his legs and smiled, "What are you doing? Ms. Webster is just worried about her grandma. No need to draw guns."

"Understood."

The gun was withdrawn from my head.

run down my spine.

cigar. "Ms. Webster, are you

you asked

unnecessary talk and got straight to the point,

Kane seemed genuinely entertained. "How about... we exchange her

Click-

Kane, his expression determined and stern, "Then you'll have to ask my gun

looked at me. "Ms. Webster,

gun-bearing hand, asking,

"The will of Ramona."

relation

else, they wouldn't need to inquire about the will

the will right off the bat, if it wasn't for those two, then

and stood up, clapping his hands as he walked towards me, his warning

mine, and we're

the contents of Ramona's will.